Fields are registered with us,’ said Parminder at once. ‘But wasn’t there some trouble with the Weedons and their previous—?’
‘Yeah, the Cantermill practice threw them out,’ said Kay, in front of whom sat a pile of notes thicker than either of her colleagues. ‘Terri assaulted a nurse there. So they’ve been registered with you, how long?’
‘Nearly five years,’ said Parminder, who had looked up all the details at the surgery.
(She had seen Howard in church, at Barry’s funeral, pretending to pray, with his big fat hands clasped in front of him, and the Fawleys kneeling beside him. Parminder knew what Christians were supposed to believe in. Love thy neighbour as thyself… if Howard had been more honest, he would have turned sideways and prayed to Aubrey…
Until I died, she was in love with me, which she could barely hide whenever she laid eyes on me…
Had she really not been able to hide it?)
‘…last seen him, Parminder?’ asked Kay.
‘When his sister brought him in for antibiotics for an ear infection,’ said Parminder. ‘About eight weeks ago.’
‘And how was his physical condition then?’ asked one of the other women.
‘Well, he’s not failing to thrive,’ said Parminder, withdrawing a slim sheaf of photocopied notes from her handbag. ‘I checked him quite thoroughly, because — well, I know the family history. He’s a good weight, although I doubt his diet’s anything to write home about. No lice or nits or anything of that description. His bottom was a bit sore, and I remember his sister said that he still wets himself sometimes.’
‘They keep putting him back in nappies,’ said Kay.
‘But you wouldn’t,’ asked the woman who had first questioned Parminder, ‘have any major concerns health-wise?’
‘There was no sign of abuse,’ said Parminder. ‘I remember, I took off his vest to check, and there were no bruises or other injuries.’
‘There’s no man in the house,’ interjected Kay.
‘And this ear infection?’ her supervisor prompted Parminder.
‘You said it was the sister who brought him in, not the mother? Are you Terri’s doctor, too?’
‘I don’t think we’ve seen Terri for five years,’ said Parminder, and the supervisor turned to Nina instead.
‘How’s she doing on methadone?’
(Until I died, she was in love with me…
Parminder thought, Perhaps it’s Shirley, or Maureen, who’s the ghost, not Howard — they would be much more likely to watch her when she was with Barry, hoping to see something with their dirty old-womanish minds… )
‘…longest she’s lasted on the programme so far,’ said Nina. ‘She’s mentioned the case review quite a lot. I get the feeling she knows that this is it, that she’s running out of chances. She doesn’t want to lose Robbie. She’s said that a few times. I’d have to say you’ve got through to her, Kay. I really do see her taking some responsibility for the situation, for the first time since I’ve known her.’
‘Thank you, but I’m not going to get over-excited. The situation’s still pretty precarious.’ Kay’s dampening words were at odds with her tiny irrepressible smile of satisfaction. ‘How are things going at nursery, Louise?’
‘Well, he’s back again,’ said the fourth social worker. ‘He’s been in full attendance for the past three weeks, which is a dramatic change. The teenage sister brings him. His clothes are too small and usually dirty, but he talks about bath and meal times at home.’
‘And behaviourally?’
‘He’s developmentally delayed. His language skills are very poor. He doesn’t like men coming into the nursery. When fathers turn up, he won’t go near them; he hangs around the nursery workers and becomes very anxious. And once or twice,’ she said, turning a page in her notes, ‘he’s mimicked what are clearly sexual acts on or near little girls.’
‘I don’t think, whatever we decide, there can be any question of taking him off the at-risk register,’ said Kay, to a murmur of agreement.
‘It sounds like everything hinges on Terri staying on your programme,’ said the supervisor to Nina, ‘and staying off the game.’
‘That’s key, certainly,’ Kay agreed, ‘but I’m concerned that even when she’s heroin-free, she doesn’t provide much mothering to Robbie. Krystal seems to be raising him, and she’s sixteen and got plenty of her own issues…’
(Parminder remembered what she had said to Sukhvinder a couple of nights previously.
Krystal Weedon! That stupid girl! Is that what being in a team with Krystal Weedon taught you — to sink to her level?
Barry had liked Krystal. He had seen things in her that were invisible to other people’s eyes.
Once, long ago, Parminder had told Barry the